Early and Personal life

Owaisi was born in Hyderabad on 14 June 1970. He studied in the Hyderabad Public School till tenth grade and completed his intermediate from St. Mary's Junior College in Hyderabad. Owaisi studied medicine for two years in Gulbarga but quit during his second year of MBBS course to enter politics. In 1995, Owaisi married a Christian woman(Sabina), who converted to Islam and took the name of Sabina Farzana. The marriage was opposed by his father Salahuddin Owaisi who refused to forgive Akbaruddin. Then Akbaruddin Owaisi and his father reconciled in 1998. The couple has one daughter Fathima and son Nooruddin.

Plot: The countryside of Rio Grande do Sul, and high-school student, Daniel, spends a normal adolescence life with his family, studying, riding his bicycle, playing games on the Internet and expecting one day to move to the big city of Porto Alegre. Daniel has a crush on his girlfriend Mim, who has just broken up with him but is still his friend, and his best friend, Lucas, is one of the best students in São Lucas High-School. Daniel is the son of Elaine and the photographer Daniel, who left Elaine when she was pregnant and moved alone to Thailand. Daniel is raised by Elaine and his stepfather Antônio, and shares a house with his half-sister, Maria Clara. One day, Daniel receives a letter from his biological father, who has malaria, and he is reluctant to open the envelope. Later he offers to help Lucas with some duties at the school laboratory, but when the Daniel realizes that his friend is dating Mim, he blows up and breaks the laboratory, leaving the key in the door. Lucas is blamed by the headmaster and is suspended from classes and examinations. Daniel decides to tell the headmaster the truth and learns that a laptop was stolen from the lab.

Plot: 24 hours in L.A.; it's raining cats and dogs. Two parallel and intercut stories dramatize men about to die: both are estranged from a grown child, both want to make contact, and neither child wants anything to do with dad. Earl Partridge's son is a charismatic misogynist; Jimmy Gator's daughter is a cokehead and waif. A mild and caring nurse intercedes for Earl, reaching the son; a prayerful and upright beat cop meets the daughter, is attracted to her, and leads her toward a new calm. Meanwhile, guilt consumes Earl's young wife, while two whiz kids, one grown and a loser and the other young and pressured, face their situations. The weather, too, is quirky.

Quotes:

[singing along to Aimee Mann's "Wise Up"]::Claudia Wilson Gator: It's not / What you thought / When you first began it / You got / What you want / Now you can hardly stand it though / By now you know / It's not going to stop::Jim Kurring: It's not going to stop / It's not going to stop / 'Til you wise up::Jimmy Gator: You're sure / There's a cure / And you have finally found it::Quiz Kid Donnie Smith: You think / One drink / Will shrink you 'til you're underground / And living down / But it's not going to stop::Phil Parma: It's not going to stop::Earl Partridge: It's not going to stop / 'Til you wise up::Linda Partridge: Prepare a list for what you need / Before you sign away the deed / 'Cause it's not going to stop::Frank T.J. Mackey: It's not going to stop / It's not going to stop / 'Til you wise up / No, it's not going to stop / 'Til you wise up / No, it's not going to stop::Stanley Spector: So just... give up

Narrator: And there is the account of the hanging of three men, and a scuba diver, and a suicide. There are stories of coincidence and chance, of intersections and strange things told, and which is which and who only knows? And we generally say, "Well, if that was in a movie, I wouldn't believe it." Someone's so-and-so met someone else's so-and-so and so on. And it is in the humble opinion of this narrator that strange things happen all the time. And so it goes, and so it goes. And the book says, "We may be through with the past, but the past ain't through with us."

[first lines]::Narrator: In the New York Herald, November 26, year 1911, there is an account of the hanging of three men. They died for the murder of Sir Edmund William Godfrey; Husband, Father, Pharmacist and all around gentle-man resident of: Greenberry Hill, London. He was murdered by three vagrants whose motive was simple robbery. They were identified as: Joseph Green, Stanley Berry, and Daniel Hill. Green, Berry, Hill. And I Would Like To Think This was Only A Matter Of Chance. As reported in the Reno Gazette, June of 1983 there is the story of a fire, the water that it took to contain the fire, and a scuba diver named Delmer Darion. Employee of the Peppermill Hotel and Casino, Reno, Nevada. Engaged as a blackjack dealer. Well liked and well regarded as a physical, recreational and sporting sort, Delmer's true passion was for the lake. As reported by the coroner, Delmer died of a heart attack somewhere between the lake and the tree. A most curious side note is the suicide the next day of Craig Hansen. Volunteer firefighter, estranged father of four and a poor tendency to drink. Mr. Hansen was the pilot of the plane that quite accidentally lifted Delmer Darion out of the water. Added to this, Mr. Hansen's tortured life met before with Delmer Darion just two nights previous. The weight of the guilt and the measure of coincidence so large, Craig Hansen took his life. And I Am Trying To Think This Was All Only A Matter Of Chance. The tale told at a 1961 awards dinner for the American Association Of Forensic Science by Dr. Donald Harper, president of the association, began with a simple suicide attempt. Seventeen-year-old Sydney Barringer. In the city of Los Angeles on March 23, 1958. The coroner ruled that the unsuccessful suicide had suddenly become a successful homicide. To explain: The suicide was confirmed by a note, left in the breast pocket of Sydney Barringer. At the same time young Sydney stood on the ledge of this nine-story building, an argument swelled three stories below. The neighbors heard, as they usually did, the arguing of the tenants and it was not uncommon for them to threaten each other with a shotgun, or one of the many handguns kept in the house. And when the shotgun accidentaly went off, Sydney just happend to pass. Added to this, the two tenants turned out to be: Faye and Arthur Barringer. Sydney's mother and Sydney's father. When confronted with the charge, which took some figuring out for the officers on the scene of the crime, Faye Barringer swore that she did not know that the gun was loaded. A young boy who lived in the building, sometimes a visitor and friend to Sydney Barringer, said that he had seen, six days prior, the loading of the shotgun. It seems that the arguing and the fighting and all of the violence was far too much for Sydney Barringer, and knowing his mother and father's tendency to fight, he decided to do something. Sydney Barringer jumps from the ninth floor rooftop. His parents argue three stories below. Her accidental shotgun blast hits Sydney in the stomach as he passes the arguing sixth-floor window. He is killed instantly but continues to fall, only to find, three stories below, a safety net installed three days prior for a set of window washers that would have broken his fall and saved his life if not for the hole in his stomach. So Faye Barringer was charged with the murder of her son, and Sydney Barringer noted as an accomplice in his own death. And it is in the humble opinion of this narrator that this is not just "Something That Happened." This cannot be "One of Those Things... " This, please, cannot be that. And for what I would like to say, I can't. This Was Not Just A Matter Of Chance. Ohhhh. These strange things happen all the time.

Stanley Spector: [watching it rain frogs outside the library window] This happens. This is something that happens.

Jimmy Gator: The book says, "We might be through with the past, but the past ain't through with us."

Quiz Kid Donnie Smith: I'm sick.::Thurston Howell: Stay that way.

Quiz Kid Donnie Smith: Want to know the common element for the entire group?... I'll tell you the answer: I'll tell you, 'cause I had that one. I had that question... Carbon. Carbon. In pencil lead, it's in the form of graphite and in coal, it's mixed up with other impurities and in the diamond it's in hard form. [Jimmy Gator impression] "Well... all we were asking was the common element, Donnie... but thank you for all that unnecessary knowledge... haha, kids! Heads so full of useless knowledge. Thank you. Thank you." And the book says: "We may be through with the past... but the past is not through with us!" [to Thurston] And... no, it is not dangerous to confuse children with angels!

Quiz Kid Donnie Smith: I know I did a stupid thing. So stupid! Getting braces. I thought... I thought he would love me. Getting... braces! And for what? For something I don't even... I don't know where to put things, you know? I really do have love to give! I just don't know where to put it!

Frank T.J. Mackey: I will drop-kick those fuckin' dogs if they come near me.

Claudia Wilson Gator: Now that I've met you, would you object to never seeing me again?

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Borderline

Everything would turn out fineIf we'd reach the borderline.Everything would be just fine if we'd...If we'd kill ourselves.Me and my girl,We got a plan:We go to Cape CanaveralAnd piss of if we can.We're on the hate-trip,Kidnapping a space-ship,Cause we are the kind of peopleWho ain't got no other choice.Me and my girl,We got a plan:We'll wipe out every.stupid.little.bodyIf we can.I told her on the phone:We're ment to be left alone,We're the ones who god should betterLeave alone to play together.Everything would turn out fineIf we'd reach the borderline.Everything would be just fine if we'd...If we'd kill ourselves.Me and my girl,We got a gun,And I swear we're gonna use itWhen the showdown has begun.Oh sweetheart, don't you see?You had the time to believe me.Now you'd better hurry upTo save us from ourselves.Everything would turn out fineIf we'd reach the borderline.Everything would be just fine if we'd...If we'd kill ourselves.This goes on until I die,Things will never change.This won't stop until I die,